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A placeholder for all the stuff cluttering my mind and desk over this holiday sabbatical.

“Taming the heart requires a sense of place. It roots not just the mind to a set of principles, but also the body to a piece of land.” – Francis Kline, Lovers of the Place: Monasticism Loose in the Church

“If you live long enough you will eventually find yourself a stranger in the land you grew up in.” – Scott Stallard, Bermuda Back in the Day

“Then he opened the bag and lifted out his new possession for inspection in solitude, here in this little grass and path park of old men.”

(3a) Quote from The Rule of St. Benedict:

“…without an order from the abbot, no one may presume to give, receive or retain anything as his own, nothing at all–not a book, writing tablets or stylus–in short, not a single item, especially since monks may not have the free disposal even of their own bodies and wills. For their needs, they are to look to the father of the monastery, and are not allowed anything which the abbot has not given or permitted.”

(5) Quote from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig:

“In its place grew that old feeling I’ve talked about before, a feeling that there’s something bigger involved than is apparent on the surface. You follow these little discrepancies long enough and they sometimes open up into huge revelations.”